I Write Poetry
Trapped between the walls of Time I have created. My fingers rake the walls with hopes of escape. Blood soaked and stained with thoughts of Escape into your arms. Escape into your heart. Escape into your love and dreams. Time passes and yet my hope begins to fade as the sun dims on another day. Night closes in, my world collapses about me as my thoughts drift to the vision of you. Alas, will I be awakened from this madness?
You whisper to me and make my heart jump. I know you are there. But are you real or has the madness set in. It is but the wind. Your beauty keeps me strong. Your smile as you sit across from me only a moment away. Your white dress colored by your reddish hair and brown eyes. Trapped by my own doing I can only experience visions of you; and yet you hope for me. Call to me an break my tomb. Surrender to me and set me free. For only your tenderness is the key to my freedom. I am trapped in your love. Captivate me and keep me.
You whisper to me and make my heart jump. I know you are there. But are you real or has the madness set in. It is but the wind. Your beauty keeps me strong. Your smile as you sit across from me only a moment away. Your white dress colored by your reddish hair and brown eyes. Trapped by my own doing I can only experience visions of you; and yet you hope for me. Call to me an break my tomb. Surrender to me and set me free. For only your tenderness is the key to my freedom. I am trapped in your love. Captivate me and keep me.
61-69, M
